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Temptress Vision

A temptress vision has encircled me like a . . .

willful shadow of a slumbering dream.Is it the powerful light of purpose? If I squint with all my strength I may see it.Always must it be inside of melike a pilot fish inseparable from its host.It fearlessly drinks my essence.Such a bitter taste I muse.Spit it out upon your table of perfection.Compare this grain of sand with your galaxy.This spire of sorrow with your deepest eye.If my callous mind can see you,there are no interventions.No pathway away.Convergence.

I am a lock-picker.A tunnel-digger.A fence-cutter of the wicked watchers.A traveler that has sought the mystery that eludes all but the outlaws.The wild-eyed, unrelenting fools of purposethat remain outside the laboratory of wingless flight.

You are the eternal Watcher who lives behind the veil of form and comprehension, drawing forth the wisdom of timefrom the well of planets. You cast your spell and entrain all that I am.Am I just a fragment of your world?A memory hidden by time?A finger of your hand driven by a mindunfamiliar with skin.Touch yourself and you sense me.Visions wild with love.Splendor that beckons like a secret whisper of gladnessspread on the winds by an infinite voice. The sound of all things unified. I am part of that voice. Part of that sound. Part of that secret whisper of gladness.

This limitation must end in lucid flesh.The dream of sparks ascendingquickening the cast of hope.Avoid the brand of passivity the signs complain.Shun manipulation before you are stained.Spurn all formula and write new equations in the language of sand.Heed no other,nor listen to the seduction of holy symbolsstanding before the windows of truth.Define from a foreign tongue.

These are the battered keys that have led me to unlocked doors.Doors that collapse at a mere breathand behind whichlay more pieces to collect for the Holy Menagerie.The never-ending puzzle.

All the stars in the skyrecall the purpose of your hallowed light.Burn a hole through the layers.Peel all the mockery away.Enjoin the powers to answer this call:Bring the luminous visionhidden behind the whirling particlesof the Mapmaker.Let it enter melike a shaft of light that enters a cave’s deepest measure.Ancient fires still burn in these depths.Who tends them?What eyes are watching?Waiting.Waiting for time’s flower to bloom.To submerge in the relentless subtlety that moves beyond my reach with a jaguar’s stealth.To dream of elder waysthat leap over time and leave behind the puzzle of our making.

O’ temptress visionyou steal my hunger for human light.If there is anything left to hollowlet it be me.If there is anything left to cagelet it run free.If there is anything left to dreamlet it be our union.